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Monday, November 18, 2002

Geeks on holiday



Here is a picture of my sons and I meeting Leo Laporte and Megan Morroni from the Tech TV show The Screen Savers. We waited in line for two hours, but the boys thought it was worth it to meet “real” TV stars. They regularly watch the show and have learned a lot of good geeky computer shtuff from Leo and Patrick!

On the show the following Monday, Megan talked about how nice everyone was in the south and referred to getting several gifts including diaper bags. (Megan is expecting her first child in a few months.) If you look in the bottom right corner, you will see a small pink bag. It is stuffed full of little things we bought for the baby. As far as we could tell we were the only diaper bag bearing geeks in Louisville, but they did go to Birmingham the next day. Maybe the further south you go the more diaper bags you get.

Saturday, November 16, 2002



This is how it looks being wheeled from the emergency room to the X-ray department. I had the day off and was going to clean the deck off for the wife. I decided to burn this huge pile of junk in the backyard. It had rained just the day before so I figured I wouldn't have any problem, right? There was no wind blowing when I started trudging through the mud to the junk pile at the side of the woods. There was no wind blowing when I lit the fire containing two twin mattress sets we had thrown away a couple months ago. You know the term fire resistant? Thirteen feet of flame shot up from those mattress sets and THEN the wind started blowing. Hard. Into the woods. I am doing this rain dance knee deep in flame in my steel toe boots. My jacket is wrapped around my head trying to keep the flames off and the whole time I am breathing in mattress smoke. I did get the fire stomped out in the woods, but found out (again) that smoking is bad for you. The good news is the x-rays were clear. A nebulizer treatment later I'm sent home with a couple prescriptions to get the inflammation down in my lung and all is well. Yes; I do feel stupid, thank you.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Scary, but I can't stop reading

This site is unsettling, but again a real good use of blogging and shows how, (if your brave enough) good information can be shared.

"Really" Cool Site


Found this Link surfing other blogs. The lady writing this Blog is in Antartica. These type of sites show the real strength of blogging. Check it out.

Test?



Abort, Retry, Ignore?
by: Anonymous Works


Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"



It's not that I havn't been trying to post. I have had very few opportunities, but I have tried to post. Is anyone else having trouble getting Blogger Pro to upload images lately?